Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.

Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb

Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.

a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.

Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.